Refuse me, refuse me
well in terms
Because I know it
flower has germs
What I want that you not
giving to me
For which I am not ready
to feel and see
More my emotion
more my feel
You never understand
all these things till
After happening this
I do not mind
Because I do not want
to prove me as a blind
You are pretty
You are cool
By this nice refuse
I do not know who becomes fool
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice